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Wrong.

I know Bart dying effected you too, but it wasn't the opportunity to skip out on town. 

Let’s not worry about where I’ve been, all that matters is that I’m here now, right?

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They give credit to people from Brooklyn?

Oh, I would if I had Mommy and Daddy’s credit cards to buy the million dollar bottles from the top shelf instead of the bottom. 

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You've always had a good eye, E. Now tell me where those eyes have been lately, because you've been M.I.A. during everyone's apparent time of need.

I believe I was just scolded for looking at a lady’s backside. Can I really be blamed for acknowledging the stain on the rear of her jeans?

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"There's a difference between loosing a father and being outed as a prostitute on Gossip Girl," she cut in, eyes narrowing. "There's also a difference in my relationship with Chuck and yours with... Olivia, which I could have sworn is against the established 'bro code' you have with Thomas," Blair said, eyebrows knitting. She offered a small shrug, doe eyes widened. "I merely wanted to know what landed her in the hospital, pure intentions of having a bouquet delivered to her room. You know me, Julian."

"I’m not being sensitive. I’m being protective. You know, like you were of Chuck when Bart died?" he shrugged, looking at her with a mixture of disinterest and distrust. Julian Keaton refused to be put under some spell of Blair’s, some lure that gave her power. He refused to betray Olivia’s secret the way Thomas already had. "If she’s your friend, she’ll tell you. I mean, you and Thomas got along well enough to get Georgina shipped away. Why not have a sleepover with him and he can tell you all about it?"

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♚ drabble list - send me one ♚

↳ Here’s a shorter drabble list as I find the massive one is a bit repetitive. If there’s nothing that you want to send here, just send it as a request.

Amuse Me: I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer yours up.

Accept me: I will write a drabble about my character accepting yours or vice versa. /Or both to accept one another/

Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Befriend Me: I wil write a drabble about our characters meeting for the first time in an AU.

Call Me: I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours- vise versa.

Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Dominate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character dominating yours. Or vise versa.

Enamor Me: I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Embarrass Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saying or doing something embarrassing to himself or to your character.

Fight Me: I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Forgive me: I will write a drabble about my character forgiving yours or vise versa.

Get Me: I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Humor Me: I’ll write a funny drabble about our characters.

Hustle Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters hustling.

Humiliate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character doing something humiliating to yours.

Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Hunt with me: I’ll write a drabble about your character and mine on a hunt together.

Invite Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Join Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Love Me: I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Mourn Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Offer Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Paint Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Quiet Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Remember Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Raise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours. Vise versa.

Reunite Me: I’ll write a drabble of our characters reuniting together.

Shag Me: I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters. specify 

Surprise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours. Vise versa.

Save Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saving yours or vise versa.

Shoot Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vise versa.

Tell Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Text me: I’ll write a drabble about my character texting yours or your character texting mine.

Trick Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character tricking your character.

Unbind Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Value Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Wed Me: I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]

X Me: I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Yahoo Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Zip Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.

Take Me: my character will kidnap yours

Leave Me: my character will leave your character behind.

Deny Me: my character will either deny your character’s advances or deny them a ’ happy ending’

Grope Me: my character will grope yours.

Lick Me: my character will lick yours in any specified place or manner.

Suck Me: my character will suck on any body part of your character

Tease Me: my character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner

Please Me: my character will do anything to please yours

Bite Me: my character will bite yours on any part of their body

Blindfold Me: my character will blindfold yours in order to have their fun

Meet Me: My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally.

Greet Me: My character will greet yours, either at the door, at work, or somewhere else.

Own me: My character owns your character.

Slap me: my character will slap yours. In the sexual manner, or of anger. specify.

Call Me: My character will call your character for whatever reason.  Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.

Give Me: my character will give yours a gift  Tickle Me: my character will tickle yours ruthlessly. 

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"Oh, don't be so sensitive," she sighed, raising a manicured brow. He knew something, his defense made it so obvious and she was fairly curious. Wasn't that enough of a reason? "Because it isn't often when an elite gets hospitalized. For something that isn't anorexia or overdose, that is," she quickly corrected. "Besides, Olivia is a friend of mine. Kind of. Now spill."

"That’s a sick joke, even for you, Waldorf," he countered, off-put by the topic of conversation. Raising a brow at her, he tugged his tie through the loop of itself, securing it around his neck, imagining it as his own moral noose. "I know exactly what happened between them, which is why I’m serious when I say it’s none of your business. Why is it of any interest to you anyway?"

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Anything to avoid seeing that Gucci pattern yet again, especially on you, Stanton. I'd like to think I'm doing everyone a favor, whoever would have thought that I would be so charitable?

Well,

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With baited breath, Blair waited for some form of response from him. 'Do you know why my favorite color was always purple— because he couldn’t stand it. We always got under each others skin, we’re exactly alike.' That was far from true, but she wouldn't dare interrupt him when she was finally getting him to open up to her in some form. Her heavy heart finally lifted when he announced he wouldn't be going anywhere, a promise that Blair wasn't sure she could fully trust, but there was that familiar Chuck Bass confidence that she loved so much. "You're not your father, Chuck," she said shortly, realizing his joint was still in her hands. "Now get rid of this," Blair huffed, snaking it between his fingers.

Her words were sharp, it appeared she wouldn’t break and that’s exactly what Chuck wanted. It would be so much easier for him to walk away from what they had if she were the one insinuating she wanted that. Blair always had a knack for her compassion, now of which she shared with Chuck and he wasn’t sure he’d want to say goodbye to that. Her words were nearly parallel to those of a certain Williams’ boy he never found much company in. “Do you know why my favorite color was always purple— because he couldn’t stand it. We always got under each others skin, we’re exactly alike,” Chuck paused, looking up at her with a newfound confidence. “I’m not going anywhere, do expect big changes to the Bass name.”

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"Fortunately, I've made no intentions about hiding what kind of person I am, Keaton. I had thought that you knew that," she mused, shrugging her shoulders innocently. "Besides, I know that you and Thomas are good friends and are you truly going to pretend that you're not remotely interested in the sudden spark in his relationship with Olivia?"

"This may not be any of my business, but what you happen to be gossiping about doesn’t sound like it’s really any of yours either. I know that respect and privacy are dead in the Upper East, but you could at least practice a little discreetness about it. People might get the wrong idea about the kind of person you are."

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I'd hate to break it to you, but nothing changes just because headlines in Florence don't say 'Bart Bass Found Dead.' 

It was easy to think of anything but my problems in Florence. But now that I’ve returned it seems that they’ve finally found me again.

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Chanel. Always. But if you're really forced to choose, then Prada is always better. Consider it the first and last time I decide to help you.

Well,

Prada or Gucci? Decisions, decisions, care to help me choose?

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Ever think of buying liquor that costs more than thirty dollars a bottle? Might solve your dilemma. 

You know someone’s been into your liquor when the contents start tasting like the Hudson.

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Is that an invitation for an STD?

Normally, I would but up an argument for five minutes before claiming my victory on every reason why I would never go out with you to which you would respond with charm and stubbornness, but consider yourself lucky that I need something in return. Pick me up at nine.

Come out with me tonight.

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His words were harsh and cold, and the hint of passion that Chuck usually held had died along with his father, buried to never be uncovered. But his words were testing her, meant to challenge her to show that she somehow still cared for him, which had to mean something. "You wouldn't do that," she fought back, her voice quiet as she stepped towards him. "Your father left you the company for a reason, Chuck. Because though you can't believe in yourself, he trusted you enough to leave his legacy to you. You wouldn't leave that." And yet it had been so easy for him to leave her the night she confessed her feelings for him. "Don't leave."

He lifted an eyebrow, one of which took more effort than it should have. A certain Bass smirk was always something that came naturally for him; especially when it came to the mischief him and Blair got into together. Surrounding himself with booze and woman wasn’t even what Chuck wanted anymore, but instead to spend the rest of his life along her side. “That much I haven’t decided yet, I’ve got enough money to leave this place and never come back, leave the company with Jack— I would assume he’d take great pleasure in your company. That is, if you’re not still occupied with the Lord,” Chuck barely managed to whisper. 

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I am not frightened: that’s not the word. Can you imagine looking into your glass some morning and seeing a disfigurement – some hideous change that has come to you while you slept? Well, I seem to myself like that – I can’t bear to see myself in my own thoughts – I hate ugliness, you know – I’ve always turned from it – but I can’t explain to you – you wouldn’t understand.

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"Yes," Blair said strongly, stepping forwards him. It only took her a moment's break to realize she already knew he had been surrounded by women and drugs for the past week. "No––," she quickly corrected. She looked into his eyes and couldn't see anything. The Chuck Bass that had previously preserved this body was gone, and instead, there was mere emptiness. He wasn't here anymore, and though he hardly did before, he didn't care. "Are you back for good?"

He looked into her eyes and saw nothing near what he’d seen before. His heart hurt watching her hurt, and to even imagine he wanted to leave everything behind. He wanted to leave her behind. “Do you actually want to hear the answer to that question?” 

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Her heart clenched hearing his words and concern immediately overwhelmed the brunette. Hadn't it been apparent by the amount of sleepless nights and refreshing of Gossip Girl that made it clear just how much she had missed him? "Where have you been?"

He looked down, feeling empty on the inside and looking as if he were drowning on the outside. “I missed the city. That wasn’t my intention, I just missed the city. It would appear it hasn’t missed me.”